Personal Narrative-He Scores
“He scores!” says the announcer on the video game my uncle is playing. I was about seven years old at the time and my mom was upstairs in her bedroom. I was jumping around on the couch and that’s when I thought it would be a good idea to sit on top of a pile of pillows to do a backflip. So I got the pillows and stacked them on top of each other on top of the couch. I climbed on top of them when the pile started to falling over. As I felt the pile fall over, I was terrified. WHAM! My head hit the edge of the wooden arm rest. I didn’t want to get in trouble so I quietly walked to the TV room. I sat on the couch when my uncle ran in and said “You’re bleeding!” I looked behind me to see a giant stain of blood. Next, my uncle carried me upstairs